Daddy Was The Dope Man

[Intro]

Yeah (Aye bump my shit nigga!)

Huh (Yeah, yeah, huh) (Yeah)

Aye my daddy was the dope man? (Yeah, yeah, yeah) (Real Rx)

Yeah (Aye my daddy was the dope man!) (Aye what you want nigga, huh?) (Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!)

Yeah (Yeah)

Yeah (Yeah)

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Ima tell you niggas exactly what it was nigga) (Real Rx) (Yeah, yeah)

Real Rx (Yeah, Yeah)

Yeah (Aye my daddy was the dope man!)

Yeah, yeah (My daddy was the dope man!)

[Verse]

My daddy was the dope man (Yeah!)

My mama loved the nigga (She loved the nigga!)

They fucked and had me, a lil’ hustlin’ nigga (A lil hustlin’ nigga)

I ain’t taking shit back, it is what it is (Nigga, yeah, yeah)

It was what it was, bitch I did what I did (Was, Yeah)

Product of my environment, I got it and they trying it (Aye fuck you)

I got it for the low that’s why they buying it (I got it, Oh come on hurry up, come fuck with me)

To the top, I kept on climbing, they tried to bring me down (Aye check me out) (Fuck em)

I just re’d up I got 50 pounds (Aye bump my shit nigga) (Aye fuck with me nigga)

And I got some for twelve-hunnit, you could get ‘em now (Aye come get em nigga) (Fuck with me nigga)

I’d get off my ass and get it, I ain’t sittin’ ‘round (Ima go get it nigga)

I’m in a rental low-key, catching licks out my bitch car (Yuh)

While she at work, bitch we need the work (Ay baby let me get yo car)

So you need to work, take it easy first (Yeah, Yeah, Yeah)

My momma tell me slow my roll, I’m my daddy son (Wha?)

So goin’ for that bullshit? Bitch I ain’t having none (Hell nah) (Yeah)

Bitch I’m having funds (Wha?) (Yeah)

You can add me up (Bitch add me up nigga)

I sell dope for a living, bitch, I ain’t having fun (It ain’t fun) (I ain’t shit like that other nigga)

Yea, I had to run, I’m still havin’ it (Huh? I’m still rapping’) (Huh?)

Rap going good, I pulled 10 off a tape (I did it)

In a good day in the trap, I make 10 in a day (I did ten oh shit)

They said you can’t be a rapper and a dope dealer (What nigga?)

Bitch I do what I want, I ain’t listening to no nigga (Hell nah fuck)

I cooked seven grams for my man for some stu’ time (Yeah)

I got too much shit on my mind (This shit hit deep nigga)

Your favorite rapper, bitch (Hell yeah) (I ain’t shit like that nigga)

I’m a dope boy banger, I don’t make songs for the kids (Hell nah)

Probably raise the dope prices when my tape drop, broad day, face shot, two stones, eight pots, big body, eight blocks (Tape drop, broad day, face shot, huh, yeah, yeah)

Used to sell dime bags and crack on ‘ery block (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Fuck the competition, I know I could get it cheaper (I get that shit way cheaper no?)

She said she wanna slide, you could slide, I don’t need ya (Fuck her)

Rather bet it on myself, bitch, cause I know what I’m doing (I know what I’m doing) (I’d rather bet it on my own)

I analyzed this shit a thousand times, know what I want from it (Yeah)

These niggas got too many war stories with nothing to show for it (I don’t want to hear this shit)

I’ll never hold my nuts on a nigga, I tell him go for it (Go for that shit)

Around my way, niggas gon’ try you if you pussy (Wha?)

Keep your eyes to yourself, cause niggas’ll try you just for looking (Oh pussy-ass nigga)

You know how to mind your business, everything’ll go smooth (Yeah, wha?)

When them troopers get behind me, all I know is be cool (Aye play that shit cool) (Yeah)

Bitch said she like my swag, and she like to vibe with me (I fucked the bitch)

I asked her would she take a five hour drive with me (Aye you wan thrive with me?)

Everything I do discreet bitch, I be on mob business (On murder)

I’m a smooth dude, no matter how you put it (Yeah)

My first 15 grams, I fucked it up, I couldn’t cook it (I couldn’t) (Yeah)

I got some money, bought some more, I couldn’t fuck it up (Aye fuck with me nigga)

I sold bags of hard in my marj’ fucked up truck (Aye fuck with me nigga!)

Angel called me, 2 o’clock, wake me up out my damn sleep (Yeah, yeah nigga) (Yeah)

Shh—, fuck that, a nigga gotta eat (I gotta eat nigga)

All these imaginary dope deals, they on some Jeezy shit (Wha? I don’t want to hear that shit)

I told them I was gon’ do it, they ain’t believe the shit (They ain’t believe me nigga) (Nigga, wha?)

Right in front of they face, they had to see the shit (I had to show ‘em nigga)

Now they got they hand out, cause they need the kid (Man I’m on nigga)

I’ll curve em, I don’t need a bitch (Fuck you want, nigga?) (Yeah)

My new bitch said she got me, and I hope it’s true (I hope its true)

My man moving funny, ahh nigga not you (Nah nigga not you nigga! Ahh hell nah nigga!) (Nah)

[Refrain]

(I’m the product of the dope man, and a young bitch)

(Yeah, aye check me out nigga!)

(Said my daddy was the dope man, what you think he made nigga?)

(What you think he made nigga? What you think he made nigga?) (Yeah, Yeah,)

(I’m the product of the dope man, and a young bitch) (The dope man! And a young bitch! Yeah, Yeah, Yeah)

(And my daddy was the dope man, what you think he made nigga?) (Yeah, Yeah, Aye bump my shit nigga!)

Ahh, Ahh, Sh-, Shit

[Bridge]

Too many long nights (The long ass nights, nigga)

Had to sit down with my brother, had to get it right (I had to get this shit) (What’s up, nigga?)

Five days straight in that fucking minivan (Had to stay down nigga)

I hate that fucking van with a passion (I hate that fucking van)

If it wasn’t for that van, I probably wouldn’t even be rapping (Aye what’s up nigga?) (Fuck with me, nigga)

For a reason, shit happen (Aye come on) (Shit happen, nigga)

I ain’t gon’ sit down and, be on my ass broke (Oh hell nah) (Aye come on)

I’m gon’ get up, I’m gon’ make some shit happen (Yeah) (Wha?)

I told Brodie, “I got your back, nigga you could never slip” (Aye I got you nigga) (Yeah)

Fall out ‘bout a bitch, now I would never trip (What the fuck it look like) (Hell nah)

It is what it is, I’ll tell you off the rip

As soon as a nigga play, that’s when I pull it off the hip (Yeah)

I’m QuickDraw McGraw, you could ask Shaw (Yeah, yeah)

I really whip raw, in a glass—, pshhh (Yeah, yeah, yeah yeah)

I really whip raw, outta glass jars (Huuuh?)

That lil’ nigga got dog, and he go hard (Huuuuh? Huuuuh?)

My back against the wall, auntie pissing me off (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

This the last straw, my patience running thin (Yeah, Yeah, Yeah) (Yeah, Yeah)

They tryna do me in, but they can’t catch a nigga (Yeah, yeah)

Whew, I’m finessing niggas (Yeah)

[Refrain]

(I’m the product of the dope man, and a young bitch) (Yeah, Yeah)

(Aye fuck with me nigga! Aye fuck with me nigga! Yeah!) (Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah!)

(Said my daddy was the dope man, what you think he made nigga?)

(What the fuck you think he made nigga, yeah!) (Yeah, Yeah)

(I’m the product of the dope man, and a young bitch) (Yeah, Yeah, Yeah)

(Aye, my daddy was the dope man, what you think he made nigga?) (Huh, yeah, huh)

(And my daddy was the—, what you think he made nigga?) (Yeah, Yeah, Yeah)